Time whispers softly, unseen and quiet, A river flowing, ceaseless, infinite, Moments pass like leaves in autumn’s flight, Change, like…
In the quiet moments of dawn’s soft light, Grace finds its way, a beacon in the night. Whispering softly through…
The seasons shift, the winds do blow, Time marches on, with tales to show. Life’s river flows, it twists and…
In the mirror, lines appear with grace, Each one a marker of a life’s embrace. Youth may fade, but wisdom…
In the realm where angels sing, Beyond the clouds, beyond the sky, There lies a place of endless spring, Where…